Woodstock Well I came across a child of God, he was walking along the road And I asked him tell where are you going, this he told me: Well, Im going down to Yasgurs farm, going to join in a rock and roll band. Got to get back to the land, set my soul free. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. Well, then can I walk beside you? I have come to lose the smog. And I feel like Im a cog in something turning. And maybe its the time of year, yes, and maybe its the time of man. And I dont know who I am but life is for learning. We are stardust, we are golden, we are billion year old carbon, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden. By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere there was song and celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bombers jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation. We are stardust, we are golden, we caught in the devils bargain, And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 16:14:30 +0000
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